Diary Of A Dope Fiend's Wife

Chapter Eleven

My night was filled with clouded thoughts, tears, and an uncomfortable feeling. I missed my apartment, I missed my mommy, I missed Kel, hell I even missed Mykie. At least I was safe under their roof. I could see the sun peeking through the sky, I looked at my phone and it read 6:47a.m. Once I'm up, I'm up so I decided to go in the bathroom, wash off, brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I threw on a pair of red Nike sweatpants that cut off at the ankle and a black racerback shirt with TEAM ENGLEWOOD written across the front in red letters. I made my way downstairs to raid the fridge. It was full with breakfast food, lunch meat, juices, sodas and everything I could ask for. So I decided to scramble three eggs, fry four pieces of bacon and I got some French toast sticks out the freezer and popped them in the microwave. I felt like I hadn't eaten in forever and my baby was hungry. And I needed to talk to Carl because I had to get to my doctor's appointment I had scheduled for Wednesday, but I didn't plan on being here that long.

In the middle of fixing my food, I heard Carl coming downstairs.

"Good morning." He spoke in an excited tone.

"Morning." I spoke back.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yea, it was cool."

"Good good. Well I work seven days a week so I'm sorry if you start getting lonely throughout the day."

"It's no big deal. I'm used to it." I said in a sad tone. He sat at the kitchen table while I fixed my plate of food.

"So Breshelle, tell me about you? What happened that night I saved you?" He asked curiously.

"Well I was kicked out by my boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend I should say and I went to a hotel cause I didn't wanna be at my apartment that I share with my mother alone but when I got to my hotel somebody was watching me and tried to attack me so I called my stepdad to meet me but my attacker came after me again and I caught a cab and ended up by the school I attend and I saw my mother and I tried to beg her to come home and that's when the man in the truck pulled up and tried to force me to work for him and I took off running and ran into you and you helped me and now I'm here."

"So where's your stepdad? Did your mom even call to check up on you?"

"I tried calling him several times but his phone kept going to voicemail and me and my mother don't have a close relationship. So I don't never really hear from her unless it's something drastic."

"Wow." He shook his head like he was in thought. "That's-that's crazy. I know I would be there for my child twenty four seven. How old are you?"

"Uh, I'm-I'm fourteen."

His eyes widened like he'd seen a ghost. "Fourteen?"

"Yea." I looked down and started playing with my food.

He chuckled and slid both his hands down his face. "Wow. I thought you were....older. That's why I-"

"That's why you what?" I asked getting angry. "That's why you helped me cause you thought I was older so you could use me? Is that what it is?"

"No no, Breshelle please calm down. I didn't mean it that way."

"So how the fuck do you mean it?"

"I'm saying, I'm thirty two. If people see you all of a sudden with me, they're gonna automatically think the worst. I thought you were of legal age, that's why I didn't really question you about having a home or anything. I really think you should go back to your apartment. We can find your mother. I can help yall get a safe place." My cold stare softened as I saw the sincerity and genuine look in his dark brown eyes. For him to be thirty two, he didn't look a day over twenty.